Your Mum

Should I write
A song
To lean upon or close these wretched blinds?
And do I tell you
All that's going wrong or just pretend I'm fine?

I'm sorry for crying
So loud
And I'm sorry for waking you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the morning
Got to look your best

And I know I don't
Cook like your mum
And I know I don't
Cook like your mum

Should I crawl back through
Into the bed or couch it here alone?
And do I retract every statement said or just let them evolve?

Where were you when I was on my knees crying for a family?
And where were you when I was breaking at the scenes, did you think I was fine?
Do I look fucking fine?

I'm sorry for crying
So loud
And I'm sorry for waking you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the morning
Got to look your best

I know I don't
Cook like your mum
And I know I don't
Cook like your mum

And I know I don't
Cook like your mum
I know I don't
Cook like your mum

But I'm trying to love her
Son, oh and he's making it hard

But I'm sorry for crying
So loud
And I'm sorry for waking you in the early hours
I know you are trying to get some rest
You've got work in the morning
Got to look your best